Words and music: Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora, and Desmond Child
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
Union’s been on strike
He’s down on his luck…it’s tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings hom her pay
For love — for love
She says: We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
‘Cause it doesn’t make a difference
If we make it or not
We’ve got each other and that’s a lot
For love — we’ll give it a shot
We’re half way there
Livin’ on a prayer
Take my hand and we’ll make it — I swear
Livin’ on a prayer
Tommy got his six string in hock
Now he’s holding in what he used
To make it talk — so tough, it’s tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers: Baby it’s okay, someday
We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
‘Cause it doesn’t make a difference
If we make it or not
We’ve got each other and that’s a lot
For love — we’ll give it a shot
We’re half way there
Livin’ on a prayer
Take my hand and we’ll make it — I swear
Livin’ on a prayer
We’ve got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got
We’re half way there
Livin’ on a prayer
Take my hand and we’ll make it — I swear
Livin’ on a prayer
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Social Disease
Word and music: Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora
You can read it in the papers
In some places it comes in thirty-two flavors
But you wouldn’t tell no one
Your favorite if you could
From the White House to the alleys
From the President down to Long Tall Sally
Can’t live with it but
You’ll die without it — yes you would
Senorita’s in the kitchen
She’s a fistful of dynamite
You call 911 but you
Can’t stop the fun tonite, it’s alright
You can’t start a fire without a spark
But there’s something that I guarantee
You can’t hide when infection starts
Because love is a social disease
Where you look you can find it
Try to run but you’re always behind it
So you play hide and seek like a blind kid
Till you’re caught — yeah you’re caught
So you’ll say that you had some
But they took it and held it for ransom
Were they tall, dark, skinny or
Handsome — you won’t talk
So you telephone your doctor
Just to see what pill to take
You know there’s no prescription
Gonna wipe this one away
You can’t start a fire without a spark
But there’s something that I guarantee
You can’t hide when infection starts
Because love is a social disease
So full of high grade octane
She could run the bullet train on 38 double d’s
Now you know for sure, you know the cure
To make a blind man see
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